Qin Chuan stood on the dark gold web, toying with the dagger in his hand.
"A God King Decree sounds impressive," Qin Chuan said evenly, "but I'm not interested in someone else's leftovers."
The chains on the ninth floor shook violently, their grinding roar deafening.
The Headless God King's body jerked in midair, pulling thousands of black chains as thick as barrels taut.
"Arrogant brat." Anger entered the voice from his chest. "You have no idea what it means to be a God King. The Ancient Prison Lord stole a scrap of the High-Dimensional Laws and dared to call himself a prison lord. You think controlling this broken tower makes you my equal?"
Qin Chuan raised a hand and snapped his fingers.
The Authority of Creation connected directly to the Black Tower's Bottom Layer Logic through the Divine Sense Channel.
The spatial structure of the entire ninth floor changed in an instant.
The black chains, which had loosened somewhat after the Ancient Prison Lord's death, suddenly blazed with piercing, pure black light.
New laws of suppression surged through the chains and stabbed deep into the Headless God King's ruined body.
"Ah—!"
The Headless God King grunted, his massive body forced down a hundred meters.
"My equal?" Qin Chuan watched the image coming back through the Divine Sense Channel. "You're a prisoner in my cage. Get that straight before you start making demands."
The Headless God King laughed in fury.
"You've got nerve! You really think this broken tower can hold me?"
A terrifying pressure far beyond the rank of Void True God erupted from the headless remains.
The surrounding space collapsed into a primordial torrent of Chaos.
The force raced along the Divine Sense Channel, leaping across dimensions in an incomprehensible way, straight for Qin Chuan's sea of consciousness.
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